"You say, could it be that there are some notches on the tree?" After staring at the photo for 4 minutes and 21 seconds, Shang Jingyu threw out such a sentence without being shocked.

"Mr. Stewart, not everyone is as immoral as you are." I gave him a blank look, and I really didn't understand how his intelligence could come to such a goldless inference.

He glared at me, a rare expression of choking.

"Anyway, let's go to the place where this so-called dream first germinated," I was suddenly interested, "can you find it?" ”

"Yes, you can." He nodded, and put the book back on the shelf, "There's a small river around here, and it's rare to see an old tree like this by the river. ”

Driving to the location shown in the photo, the scene here has been the same as in the previous photo for many years, and I took a closer look, and the surrounding scenery is pleasant, but normal, there is no trace of the so-called clues.

Shang Jingyi was not in a hurry, his hands were in his pants pockets, thoughtful, "Perhaps, we should not blindly look here, we should start from the clues given, the place where the dream first germinated...... he repeated as if talking to himself: "Dream...... Germination ......"

A thought crossed my mind, and I looked at him and said, not quite surely, "I thought we could try this." ”

When I came to the big tree, I stared at the ground under my feet and said slowly, "I don't know if you played this kind of game when you were a child, write your dreams on a slip of paper and put them in a wishing bottle, or let the wishing bottle drift away with the waves, or bury it in the ground, it is said that this can make your dreams come true......"

He looked at me and suddenly realized, "That's right, the way to express your dreams when you were young...... And burying dreams in the ground is also in line with the idea of germination. ”

"That's right." I smiled and said, "If the Carlos couple want to put the clue in, they have to dig the soil open, and it doesn't take long, so we just need to dig and see which piece of land here has a different soil color, hardness, etc. ”

"Very smart, Xiao Ruori," Shang looked at me with a little appreciation, reached over and rubbed my hair like a pet, and I took two steps back to dodge.

"I'll just say that having an encyclopedia lady with you will save you a lot of trouble." This guy actually got cheap and sold well.

I didn't bother to look at him anymore, and I said gloomily: "Hurry up, wait for the ring to be found by others, and see if you can laugh." ”

"What's the matter?" He shrugged his shoulders, very disapproving, "It's just a game, just let others find it, not to mention ......" He leaned down to me and smiled slyly, "With our little Ruori's IQ, what's so scary?" ”

"What I'm saying is, then I'll be in charge of thinking, and I'll leave the physical work to you, Young Master Shang."

I sneered and threw down this sentence, immediately turned around, and went for a walk by the river alone to see the scenery.

I only heard Shang Xunyi complaining behind me about being ruthless, indifferent and cruel, and a smile appeared on my lips.

The Carlos couple had obviously worked hard to conceal the clues, and from the surface of the ground alone, there was no sign of the soil being renovated, not even the slightest difference in the color of the soil, and naturally it seemed as if it had not moved.

Young Master Shang was not slow, it only took ten minutes to find the clue buried deep underground, took out the note from the rather chic glass bottle, and unfolded it, this time the clue was even more inexplicable and obscure.

――Gently passed on the paper, in the name of love.

"Could it be a letter?" I guessed, "After all, letters are delivered." ”

"Probably not," he stared at the line and said slowly, "Alan and Nora are childhood sweethearts, the two families have always lived very closely, they have never been separated since they were children, and there is no need to write letters at all." ”

I took the note and checked it repeatedly, "It's hard to say, aren't people allowed to write a confession letter?" ”

As if he had finally caught the handle and was able to avenge his revenge, he immediately retorted: "Xiao Ruori, not everyone can only think of such an old-fashioned way to confess as writing a letter like you, okay?" ”

I should have pushed him down the river just now, that's the only thought on my mind at the moment.

"Okay, okay," Shang Xun said with a smile, "Actually, I know how he confessed to Nora in the first place, but ...... I felt like exchanging diaries or something. ”

Not wanting to refute anymore, I stood there and looked at him with cold eyes.

Writing love words in a diary and then exchanging them with each other makes it chilling to think about it, and Alan, especially Nora, should seem to be more conservative in terms of feelings, and it is impossible to imagine such a bold and explicit thing.

There was a stalemate for a while, pondering that no one had a clue.

"Why gently?" He frowned, puzzled.

"I think it's with careful care of love."

"Or ......" He pondered for a moment, as if something suddenly came to mind, and quickly took my hand and said, "Come with me." ”

Before I could answer, he pulled me to the car.

"Where to go?" I was inexplicable, but fortunately, Master Shang's behavior has always been out of the ordinary, which is incomprehensible, and over time, I have become accustomed to it.

The car stopped in front of a middle school, and the young master of Shangda, who was racing all the way, finally spoke, "This is it." ”

As we stepped into the school gate, it was Sunday, the whole school was empty, and the quiet sunlight slowly flowed on the playground, reminding us of those youthful times.

The corners of his lips swayed with a rather evil smile, and the sun seemed to flow, showing a little confidence, and Shang Xunyu, who was walking on the side, explained to me sideways: "I guess, it should be passing a note." ”

I was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly I was stunned.

Isn't it the game that is often played in the classroom to pass the note? And the place where the note happened was only the school, because it was passed between Alan and Nora, and every bit of it was a trace of love.

The love of youth is indeed like a small time gently engraved on a blank paper, and it is so pure and beautiful that it is heartbreaking. I couldn't help but bend the corners of my eyes, and my emotions softened a little.

It's just that there are always some questions, "How can you be sure that they were in junior high school and not elementary or high school?" ”

Shang Xinyu smiled lightly and casually, and said his reasoning fluently, "When they were in elementary school, they were not in the same school, and they couldn't talk about passing notes in class at all, and they were in the same class after they were promoted to junior high school. As for high school ......"

"High school is not impossible," he added, "but as we get older, we gradually start to use mobile phones instead of passing notes, so junior high school is the most likely." ”

"Unfortunately, it wasn't possible to narrow it down to the middle school grades." I sighed.

"It's okay," he smiled confidently, "I know the class he's in four years of junior high school, and it's not that hard to find." ”